"I'm a killa for realla, gorilla tight with the nine milla, die for my scrilla, neighborhood spine spilla, quick to put 5 in ya, and if I miss ya to stitch ya, I still hit ya, split ya, 'cause the land mines get ya, diggin' the scenery gone off purple greenery, brain burstin' machinery tryin' to split a spleen or three, domes they open easily...it ain't a thing to me, repeatedly, frequently, often toss 'em in a freezery....."